Feb 19, 2009


Tears fall like shooting stars
Down the milky white sky that is her skin.
Into the ocean that is my heart-
My heart- that poured out for her before.
Now filled with soot, black and brown like highway dirt,
Ashes of a love that burnt itself out in an empty space
When she could not love back.
Too much pain to feel good she said.
It's too bad now that these stars fall alone.
Mine have all disappeared, dried up
Gone far before she could ever catch them.
They fell onto countertops piled with old love letters
Photographs, and notes scribbled on scraps of envelopes.
I sit watching tiny shooting stars fall from black brown eyes.
Her hair frames that white sky, a wet limp drapery.
The same hair that once fell across my face
And I would blow softly to make it float up.
Laughter now swept away and saddened breath put in its place.
How desolate this garden feels as this plays out
Already determined to shrink back what surrounds us to a tiny speck.
Turning it into a black hole, her and I sitting at the bottom,
I look up to catch a glimpse of light,
She folds into herself and floats away.

Feb 10, 2009

02-10-09 Beads


Ruby red smeared on my lips,
Juice from the pomegranate.
Spit seeds to the side.
Fingers dyed crimson,
Purplish red.
Skin torn hastily
From it's head.
Pink dripping down my chin,
Juice from the pomegranate.
Handful of bitter sweet fruit.
White guts ripped
To shreds
To get to the heart
It's already dead.
Seems like a child's work,
Searching for the little beads.
Ripened by the sun and rain.
Opened by my selfish hands,
No chance to be reborn again.
Life of the pomegranate.
Dropped from bushes
Cracked by birds
Or just the hardened soil.

Spill forth from waste,
Or rotting flesh.
Seeds spread out
Across the land.
Little beads of life
May dig again.
Birth of a pomegranate.

Feb 8, 2009

02-08-09 Broken Soul

Broken Soul

You've taken this girl
This strong girl
This brave girl
This smart girl
And broken down
Shrunken her frame
She cowers and is silent
But her thoughts run free in her mind
and peer out through her brown eyes
at you.

12-5-08 Misplaced


The schoolyard is empty
I swing and sway fit snugly between the chains holding me
Soar high above the sand, lost in memories and wishes.
Look around at the playground, slowly filling with people
How it resembles the bar, when you think about it
Two here, four there, I swing
Alone. Trying to fly up and away
I jump off, land, thud. In the sand
Look around for a quick escape but
The girls see me and sneer, turn to each other and whisper
I avert my eyes. And catch his
He smiles a yellow, smoky grin
I head with purpose
Out past the people who are all looking at me now, are they?
Fast to my car
Get in.
I am leaving the playground alone again.